Chapter 239: Firebolt (modified)

Seeing the complicated look on Harry's face, Allen shrugged and smiled.
For Allen, he came to see Harry with the necessary politeness-and Ron’s ill-tempered temper, Allen would not care. Allen felt he was not Harry, and he didn’t need to endure it. After a red-haired bad behavior, wait for the other party to wake up suddenly to make each other's relationship and friendship closer...
"Harry, the dementors don't affect everyone that much. The reason why you fall off the broom is because of them?" After all, a friend, plus Hermione Grann who was a little embarrassed on the side. Jay, Allen decided he still wanted to enlighten Harry.
"Yes." Harry said. He hesitated, and then the question he wanted to ask couldn't help but blurt out: "Why? Why do they have such an effect on me? Could it be that I--?"
"It has nothing to do with weakness," Allen said flatly, as if he could see through Harry's thoughts. "The dementors have a greater impact on you than others, because in your past experience there have been fears that no one else has had. "
Hermione nodded to the side, as smart as she thought of the Dementor's related records - she just hasn't developed the habit of connecting those rote knowledge to real life.
"Yeah Harry, Allen made sense. When they entered the field, I thought of the scariest experience I have ever experienced in my life. If I were in the sky, then I would also fall." Perhaps it was because after listening to Hermione's prompt and thinking of his own magic wand, or perhaps thinking of the life and death with Alan in Egypt, Ron suddenly softened his attitude towards Alan.
Allen reiterated his previous proposal, "Harry, I suggest you go to Professor Lupin to learn the Patronus Charm, it can help you defend against Dementors."
"Ellen, can Harry—"
"Hermione, I'll go to Professor Lupin."
Hermione was interrupted by Harry before her words were finished. Ron's mouth was open, but in the end he didn't say anything-and Allen felt that he should leave them.
After Gryffindor failed, Malfoy was overwhelmed. He finally removed the bandage, and to celebrate that he could use both arms again, he kept mimicking Harry's embarrassment when he fell off his broom.
But soon, his complexion got worse again—in fact, that morning, no academy except Ravenclaw could be happy.
At breakfast, Allen's owl, Benny, took the lead, and four extremely majestic owls did not know why they deliberately bypassed Hufflepuff's long table and threw a long and narrow package to Allen.
With quick eyes, Allen stood up and grabbed the package, avoiding the tragedy of broken dishes and spilled food.
"What is it?" Edward asked while chewing on the bacon.
Alan didn't answer, stroking the package, his heartbeat gradually speeding up, if he didn't guess wrong-tore the package open, Edward took a breath and threw away the food in his hand.
A gleaming and exquisite flying broom was displayed in front of everyone, and the other Ravenclaws also came over and looked at the broom carefully.
"I can't believe it." Roger Davis, who heard the news, squeezed into the crowd and said hoarsely.
It is the Firebolt, the flying broom that all the little wizards dream of.
"Can I touch this baby of yours?" Roger was so excited that his voice was trembling-Allen immediately threw the broomstick to Ravenclaw as if he was electrocuted after hearing the other party's speech. Captain Quidditch.
Roger exclaimed and took it carefully and held it in his hand. The broomstick was shining brightly. He could feel it trembling, so he let go-the broomstick was hanging in the air, just so he could ride it. the height of.
Captain Quidditch stroked it with his eyes, and from the golden registration number on the top of the broomstick, he could see the soft and smooth streamlined broom tail made of thin birch twigs.
"The best flying broom in the world, Firebolt! Oh, the Academy Cup!" Roger glanced at Alan, then continued to look at the flying broom with great enthusiasm, and slowly stroked it with his hand.
Allen couldn't help but backed up two steps, he felt Roger's wide-eyed eyes like a firebolt like a baby cassock...
There were more and more people around, and Alan finished his breakfast hastily and returned to Ravenclaw Tower surrounded by Roger and a group of Ravenclaw Quidditch players.
Everyone believed that Firebolt should be treated like this, and Ravenclaws eagerly looked at the distant players and talked a lot.
Malfoy's face was pale, and his father would never buy seven Firebolts for Slytherin. One Firebolt is more expensive than all Slytherin broomsticks combined!
There was silence on the Gryffindor long table, and Wood was like an eggplant smashed by frost-Ravenclaw had Firebolt, and Harry's Light Wheel 2000 had fallen to pieces.
When Harry fell from the air, his broom was blown away by the wind and hit the willow.
And what the Gryffindor team can provide to Harry now is a school broomstick-the old antique "Meteor", which is slow and a bit stumbling.
The old antique "Meteor" against the world's most advanced broom "Firebolt", the results are obvious.
Harry sat at the table in a daze, stirring the pumpkin porridge that had already cooled before him unconsciously.
Hermione blinked and ran out like the wind, and quickly ran back with a thick book: "Harry, I think you need this." Hermione pushed the book to Harry.
"The Flying Broomstick." Harry looked down and read the text on the cover.
"Harry, I think you can study the different brands carefully. Choose a broomstick that suits you." Hermione bit her lip and said. UU reading www.uukａnshu.com
"But there is no broom like Firebolt." Ron stared at the direction where the Ravenclaw team was leaving, blurting out, "The Harris family turned out to be so rich? These pure bloods are too extravagant!"
Harry's eyes dropped.
"You are not pure blood yourself!" Hermione glared at Ron angrily. If Harry's emotions weren't taken into consideration, she would have to teach Ron a good lesson.
Roger Davis was stimulated by the Firebolt with all his training enthusiasm. With crazy energy, he led the players to train as hard as ever in the cold rain of Feifei.
None of the team members complained and tired. As long as they saw the firebolt that Allen was riding, everyone seemed to see the sparkling Academy Cup beckoning to them.
After a hearty training session, Roger summoned everyone together with a serious expression.
This made Ravenclaw's players reflect on the training they just had. Everyone was very positive. No one made a mistake. What happened to Roger?
Before speaking, Roger glanced at Qiu Zhang guiltily.
"I think our team members need to adjust the division of labor." Roger said solemnly, but the tone in the words was very firm.
Qiu Zhang blinked, she seemed to have guessed Roger's next words, and she looked embarrassed.
"Autumn, you are indeed a very good seeker with a flexible body and clever eyes. But I think Allen seems to be more suitable for the seeker's position, what do you think?" Roger hesitated for a long time. The words were said.
Qiu Zhang is indeed very good, maybe she can beat Slytherin's Draco Malfoy; for some special reasons, she can barely beat Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory; but against Gryffin Harry Potter, too much, seemed extremely strenuous.